The way other people think about you isn’t everything, but it’s not nothing, either.
A car pulled up beside me and told me that there had been a wreck over the next hill and traffic was stopped. They suggested that I take a “side road” that detours the wreck.
There’s no way you can erase the image of someone who was once special to you. There’s no way you can totally forget your past. And there’s no way that my name doesn’t exist in your heart.
I always do this, don’t I God? I always forget that you’re the one with the road map, the navigation, the airbags and seat belts. You’re the one watching over me, guiding me, reminding me, again and again, that I don’t have to do this alone.
I learned that I am capable of more than I thought.
We are alone on the road and we are happy and quiet in the light of the dashboard. We are young enough that driving in these early morning hours still feels like we are getting away with something.
I’ll never leave you, I promise.
“Driving back from my dad’s late one night. I was only about ten minutes into an hours drive and I felt something touch my head. Not like a tickle but a proper touch like the way you ruffle kids hair.”
I hope none of these happen to you…
I’d realize the difference in time between A to B is measured in minutes and not hours, and that whatever I’m racing toward isn’t all that great anyway. Do I really need to be to work early?